Secrets of Endor - DISCONTINUED

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Leia had never been the kind of girl that knew what she was doing with men. In fact, her life never allowed her to experience such interactions. As a small girl, her parents had watched her like a hawk. Once she began to grow up and realize the difference she could make as a Princess, she decided to become a Senator. A social life was never in the works for her, and she had accepted that.

Then, she had met Han. Solo was narcissistic, ignorant, and hot headed when they had first met; not on her list of qualities that she found attractive. Sure, Leia had bickered with him, but he had saved her life more than once, and Luke's life, for that matter. Somehow, he had lured her into liking him – into loving him. And somehow, she had gotten him into a mess with Darth Vader. Maybe it she hadn't fallen in love with him, he wouldn't have been put into that carbonite pit. Maybe he wouldn't be tired of his life, or ready to take it, as he seemed to be doing when she walked in on him.

The two were lying on the bench of the main hold's passenger seating, Leia's feet hanging off awkwardly at the bottom. Han had draped his vest over what mattered, since he had given his shirt away to Leia to keep her protected. In the off chance that Luke or Chewie decided to come check on them, he would rather have them walk in on him being half naked, instead of the woman he was holding onto to.

Taking a deep breath, Leia blinked and watched as her fingers traced the bare shoulder of the infamous smuggler, Han Solo. The same Han Solo that she could not stand being around just a couple of years ago.

"Hey," Solo whispered, grabbing her hand once it reached the top of his shoulder. He kissed it gently.

He's changed so much, Leia thought to herself as she felt his lips touch her skin.

"You okay?" Han asked, once again trying to get a response out of her.

"Fine," she told him, not wanting to meet his eyes.

Leia was unsure of what she felt. Yes, she had missed him, but this was completely out of character for her.

Solo frowned, feeling the resentment in her voice. "Maybe we should get changed," he suggested.

"No, stay," Leia replied urgently, whipping her head up to look at Solo.

He scanned her eyes and saw desperation momentarily. Solo opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Leia looked away again. "I'm always afraid of losing you, now," she confessed.

"I did it to myself," Han insisted. "Lando was my friend, and it was my choice to go to Bespin. You tried to warn me and I didn't listen. But trust me, Princess, I'm not going down again without a fight."

Leia admired his courage – a feature she did happen to like the first time they had met. She couldn't help but chuckle as she remembered the many times she had told him she had a bad feeling about going to Cloud City.

"What?" Han asked, smiling himself.

"You're not such a hot headed nerf herder anymore, are you?"

"Well hold on now, your Worship!" Solo joked in his best taken aback voice. He stretched his body back so he could get a good glimpse of her reaction.

Leia simply rolled her eyes – she had become used to his banter and name calling. "Save it, fly boy," she teased, smacking his chest lightly.

"Now wait a minute," Solo interrupted. "You know I gotta ask."

"Ask what?"

"I'm the best guy you've been with, aren't I?" Solo asked, his cockiness coming out again.